Le Zjoke de Jour

The past, the present and the future met in a bar. It was tense.

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I used to live beside an abattoir, but the view was offal.

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Why don't giraffes eat much? A little goes a long way.

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A mainlander said to a Newfie, "I’ll bet you a hundred dollars I can bite my eye." The Newfie hesitated, thought about it, then said, "All right." The mainlander took out his glass eye, bit it, and put it back in. "I’ll bet you a hundred I can bite my other eye."The Newfie considered, then said, "OK."The mainlander took out his teeth and bit his good eye with them. "I’ll bet,” he said, “one more hundred, that I can piss on you without getting you wet."The Newfie stared at the idea, turned it this way and that, and nodded. The mainlander got up on his chair, unzipped and peed on the Newfie, who jumped back. "I'm wet!" he screamed.The mainlander shrugged. "I thought you should win one."

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Vicious fishesWith malicious wishes,In a few surreptitious swishes,Squish us,Find us delicious, And don't even do the dishes.

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Q: What do you get when you pour steaming water into a rabbit hole?

A: Hot cross bunnies.

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The plane was losing altitude. The captain, apologetic—there was nothing he could do. Suddenly a stewardess leapt up, threw off her clothes and opened her arms. "Who's going to make me feel like a woman one last time?"

A Newfie took off his shirt and threw it to her. "Here," he said, "iron this."

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The New Age Blues

My baby got back just the other day.(I didn't really know she'd been away.)She said, "I been hangin’ out in Santa Fe."

I moved to make some room for her in bedBut she just stared at me and shook her head.She said, "I’m New Age now and I meditate instead."I got the New Age blues.I got the New Age blues.I got the New Age blues.I got the New Age blues.I got the New Age blues and I'm as bluazahkin be.So I lay there with my unrelieved libidoWhile she told me her New Mexico amigoPrescribed a rice and water diet for my ego.I got the New Age blues and I'm as bluazahkin be.I got a cork-and-iron-lined WC,And I’m eliminatin' my impurity.I got the New Age blues.I got the New Age blues.I got the New Age blues.I got the New Age blues.I got the New Age blues and I'm as bluazahkin be.

This particular funicular, So perpendicular, Looks testicular Climbing the prickular. And when it goes quickuler There’s nothing ridiculer.

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I hang from the bedstead above you,And now I must surgically glove you,So that we can extractWith exquisite tactA nice little souvenir of you.

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Did you hear about the blonde who tested for a part in a movie? She slept with the writer.

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Strauss-Kahn,Strauss-Kahn,What kinda steroids are you on,Strauss-Kahn?Strauss-Kahn,Strauss-Kahn,What about those of us who are non-Strauss-Kahns?HollandeHad a certain bondWith his favorite blonde,But he looked aronde—And the blonde was gone!She was out on the lawnGettin’ it onWith Strauss-Kahn.

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A woman gets out of the shower as her husband is getting in. She hears the doorbell, wraps on a towel and goes downstairs to answer it. At the door is their neighbor, Bob.

Before she can speak he says, "I'll give you eight hundred dollars to drop that towel."

She thinks for a moment, then shrugs and drops the towel. He looks at her for several seconds, then hands her eight hundred dollars and leaves. She closes the door, puts on the towel and goes back upstairs.

"Who was it?" her husband says.

"Bob."

"Good. Did he give you the eight hundred he owes me?"

*WHAT'S YOUR HURRY?

When peeing, wait for the shiver.

When pooping, wait for the pee.

When stroking, wait for the quiver.

When coming, wait for me.

*LOVE LETTER

It’s allergy season and the nose is always something of an issue,So instead of rubbing it between your breasts I thrust it into a tissue.But I miss you.

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With a song in your fartI behold your adorable face.Just a toot at the startBut it soon is a hymn to your grace.When the music swellsI breathe through my handIt tells me you’re standing near, aaand—At the sound of its voice You have opened your portal to me.Can I help but rejoiceThat an air such as yours bubbles free?But I always knewI would live life throughWith a song in my fart fooooooor you!

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My teacher caught me dreaming out the window.She said, “Five birds are sitting on a fence And you kill one with your slingshot—how many Are left?” So “None,” I said. She shook her head:“Four.” I shook mine: “The others fly away.” “All right,” she said, “I like the way you’re thinking.” “Three women eating ice cream cones,” I said. “One licks, one sucks, one bites. Which one is married?” She gave the other kids a patient look And for the hundredth time I wondered who, When she was not being devoured by Our little eyes, had the having of her. Was he, this prince of fortune, as aware How apt her breasts were with the slightest movementTo manifest impatience with her bra?“The one who sucks?” she said. “The one,” I said,“With the ring. But I like the way you’re thinking.”

The expulsion of waste from the bowels,With the musical grunting of vowels,Occasions such pleasure That ladies of leisureSit and strain till it jiggles their jowls.

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An Englishman hosting a dinner party noticed that his butler held his thumb in the stew as he served it, and said, "Winthrop, your thumb is in the stew.""Yes, sir," said the butler, and continued to ladle it onto the plates of the guests."Winthrop, why do you have your thumb in the stew?""There's a boil on it, sir, and it helps to keep it warm."In his outrage the Englishman experienced a loss of control. "Well in that case why don't you shove it up your ass?""I do, sir, between courses."

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True story: A London judge was forced to postpone a case because he had forgotten a key document down in the country.An impatient young barrister leapt to his feet and said, "Fax it up, M'lud!"And the judge said, "Yes it does, rather."

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Today I saw a deaf guy beating up a blind guy. Senseless violence.

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Although toes were his favorite dish,Hers were riper than he might have wished.The solution he foundWas to work his way downAnd have the cheese after the fish.

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A woman went into a store and asked for twenty gallons of milk. "I'll see if I've got that much in stock," said the clerk; "What are you going to do with twenty gallons of milk?" "Have a bath in it," she said, "it's very good for the skin." "OK," he shrugged, "do you want it pasteurized?" "No, just up to my tits, I'll splash the rest on my face."

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Quasimodo was bored with ringing the bell so he asked the Archdeacon for a few days off. “Not,” said the latter, “unless you can find a replacement.” So Quasimodo went out into the square and looked around, saw the local idiot and took him up into the tower to teach him how to ring. “Don’t look down,” said Quasimodo. Despite his fear of the sickening drop the idiot balanced himself where Quasimodo told him to stand, and the hunchback swung the giant bell to him. It hit him on the chin. “Come on!” said Quasimodo, “You have to catch it with your hands!” He swung it again and it hit the idiot in the nose, blinding him so that he almost fell. Quasimodo waited patiently until the idiot’s eyes cleared and swung it at him a third time. It hit the idiot on the forehead and he fell away away away into the square, where he lay in a broken heap. Quasimodo dropped his arms in despair, gave up and went down the stairs and out to search for another substitute. And as he was shambling past a group of people crouching around the dead idiot one of them looked up and said, “Quasimodo, do you know this man?”Quasimodo said, “No, but his face rings a bell.”

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Picking my nose in the nudeMight seem a little bit rudeBut it’s in to the knuckleAnd with any luck’llBe out while we’re still in the mood.

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Epitaph for a waiter: "God finally caught his eye."

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How many producers does it take to screw in a light bulb?

"Does it have to be a light bulb?"

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As poets have mournfully sungDeath takes the innocent young,The rolling in money,The screamingly funnyAnd those who are very well hung. —W.H. Auden

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In one of those Italian towns where people know their opera a soprano sang an aria for ten encores, until finally the manager came out and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we appreciate your response but the lady will strain her voice, and we must get on with the show." An old man stood up in the audience: "She’ll sing it till she gets it right."

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Why did the pervert cross the road? He was stuck in a chicken.

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When Dante visited Giotto and saw his kids he said, "How can a man who paints such beautiful pictures have such ugly children?" "Yes," said Giotto, "it was dark when I made them."

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True fact: the Toronto undertaker who buried my mother held a funeral for his amputated leg so he could say he has one foot in the grave.

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"If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it does it make a sound," remember that one? If a man speaks his mind in a forest and no woman hears him, is he still wrong?

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A huge tomcat followed his friend to the top of an alley wall with a roll of razor wire running along the top, and leapt down to the other side. But when he landed he felt something was missing and, gazing up, saw dangling from the wire the pair of glistening jewels that had formerly been his virility. Already he felt discouraged. “What do I do now?” he cried.His friend looked at him. “You become a consultant.”

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An English gentleman farted in his bath. A few minutes later his valet came in with his hot water bottle."What's that, Whipple?" (For the valet's name was Whipple.)"Your hot water bottle, sir.""I didn't ask for a hot water bottle!""I beg your pardon, sir. As I was passing the door I thought I heard you say, 'What about a water bottle, Whipple?'"

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Fathers—so embarrassing.

My father always loosened his belt at the dinner table. For a good meal he unbuckled completely and opened his fly. We glanced at this. You could tell how much he enjoyed the food by how widely his zip gaped.

One night he stood up and his pantsfell down. We massaged our foreheads. Oh, God, Dad. And we were in a restaurant. Jesus, Dad!

All the other fathers looked over and said, Hm—what’s he eating?

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Four Oxford dons were out for a stroll, discussing odd collective nouns—a gaggle of geese, a clutch of serpents, and so forth—when they were accosted by four ladies of the evening, who offered their services. With polite embarrassment the dons declined, and as they walked on the question arose as to the appropriate collective noun for that party of ladies.

"A jam of tarts?" offered the junior man. But no, it didn't quite meet the case.

"A volume of trollops," tried the second, but he was met with only a meditative silence.

"A fourish of strumpets!" cried the third. No. No no no.

The senior don stopped and turned to them. "Gentlemen," he said with finality, "What we have just encountered is an anthology of pros."

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Two housewives are chatting on the sidewalk. One says, "Uh-oh, here comes my husband." "Yeah," says the other, "and he's bringing you flowers!" "Uh-huh. That means I'll be spending the next two days on my back with my legs up in the air." "Why? Don't you have a vase?"

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There once was a man from IranWhose limericks never would scan.When asked why this was, He said, "Well, because I always like to get as many words into the last line as I possibly can.

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A man dies and finds himself at the gates of heaven, where there are two signs. One says, "This line is for men who are bossed around by their wives," and the line-up stretches to the vanishing point. The other says, "This line is for men who are not bossed around by their wives," and there's only one guy in it, and the man who's just arrived knows him! He goes up to him and says, "What are you doing in this line? Your wife bosses you around all the time!" And the guy says, "I don't know, she told me to stand here."

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A blonde hooker noticed that her brunette friend was making more money than she was, and asked her how she did it. "Easy!" said the brunette. "After I have sex with a john I say, What'll we name the baby? and he gives me some extra to take care of it."

"Gee," said the blonde, so at her next engagement, as they finished up she said, "What should we name the baby?"

The guy tied a knot in his condom and held it up to the light. "If he gets out of that we'll call him Houdini."